I was leaving the house with car keys, a young adult, and a metal detector. I was sighing repeatedly. And rolling my eyes. The WH, not quite willing to take on the task at hand and feeling (rightfully) guilty about it, asked,
"Is there anything here I can do for you?"
I pointed to four months worth of ironing, rolled my eyes again, and left. When I returned two hours later, this is what I found. The thought that leapt to my mind was..